Yanshan Exquisite Record

Song Xueqiao admitted that although Pei Wunian had a high reputation from the outside world, he also had many problems.

For example, the weather is uncertain, for example, he keeps everything in his heart, for example, what he will do next, you will never guess.

Six years ago, Song Dingya's sudden death in Linglong Villa, coupled with the lingering rumors about Taoist Yanshan, the situation of several major forces and gangs in the rivers and lakes changed rapidly, Mrs. Song couldn't get sick one after another, and Linglong Villa suddenly became a mess.

Song Xueqiao's older sister, Song Yanting, wore sackcloth and filial piety, and led him to cry all night in front of the Wumu Pavilion. On the second day, she took off her filial piety clothes, and with a pale face, she took over the position of owner of Linglong Villa at the age of 16.

He also became the youngest leader among many martial arts sects.

And after crying bitterly, he fell into Song Yanting's arms and fell into a drowsy sleep. When he woke up again, he was already sitting in a carriage with simple decoration. He opened the curtain, and outside was a landscape Beautiful, lush land.

In front of the stone steps of the mountain gate, there stood an old man in a navy blue Taoist robe, and beside him was a monk in yellow, twisting Buddhist beads, with a smile on his face.

He knew the old man. Zhang Zhongyu, the master of Wudang who has been competing with his family all the year round, had been arranged by Song Dingya to pay homage to his teacher when he was five years old, but the relationship only stopped at saying hello a few times a year and asking for some lucky money For the sake of it; he doesn't know the monk, but he has kind and kind eyes, and his eyebrows and eyes form a line when he smiles. He is very kind and not annoying.

A loved one passed away, and he was inexplicably sent to the foot of a strange mountain. After crying, his brain was muddled, and anyone would be stunned for a while. Song Xueqiao's eyes were round with tears, and after looking at the two people for three seconds, He chose to jump off the carriage immediately and ran back desperately.

He had only one idea, go home, go back to his sister.

Everyone is eyeing Taoist Yanshan, eyeing him. Once he falls into the hands of these people, he will never have a good life, so don't trust anyone.

Before that, he had heard his family say this sentence countless times.

An unfamiliar master, a monk who is not distasteful, does not mean that they can trust.

After climbing and running for hundreds of meters, the mountain road was rugged and stones were everywhere, Song Xueqiao finally lost his legs, staggered and knelt down while leaning on a tree, gritted his teeth and hammered his weak legs twice, he wiped away his tears, He could only barely burrow into the bushes as a cover, carefully listening to the movement around him.

After half a stick of incense, the two of them didn't seem to chase after them.

After a stick of incense, my legs became even more numb...

Song Xueqiao finally didn't want to wait any longer, and got up tremblingly, wanting to continue climbing out of the foothills, but suddenly saw a white cold light flashing across his eyes, and then one person jumped off the tree and landed in front of him.

Holding a sword in one hand, and holding a dying green snake in the other.

"You were almost bitten by him." The man threw the snake aside mercilessly, and walked two steps in front of him, wearing white clothes, with a clear voice, "When you run away, you must not only pay attention to people, but also pay attention to these small things." thing."

Song Xueqiao looked up and saw the man's face, he was already dumbfounded, he admired himself very much, for forgetting the importance of running under such circumstances.

Seven or eight years is enough for a person to undergo earth-shaking changes, including his former big brother who is not only completely unfeminine, but also has an extremely handsome face, and is half a head taller than him, holding a sword in one hand, The momentum is extraordinary.

So until the stiff man was picked up by acupuncture points, he walked humiliatingly to the mountain gate, and heard Zhang Zhongkui say with a slight smile, "Wu Nian, didn't I ask you to explain it to him?"

He lay on Pei Wunian's shoulder drowsily, and only then did he suddenly realize who this person was.

It is a great shame for a martial arts practitioner to have his acupuncture points tapped, and it is even more a shame to be carried into the mountain gate. Thanks to Pei Wunian, after this play, he became a serious disciple of Zhang Zhongkui , And became a celebrity on Wudang Mountain.

The female disciples from various sects would point him out as they passed by, and then whispered, "Look, it's that kid who was carried back by the elder brother."

The tone was three points strange and seven points envious.

The male disciples should be a bit better, and have no interest in Pei Wunian, but when they heard that he was Song Xueqiao, he would ask his father how he was and take care of his father, and then asked curiously, "You were really brought into the tomb by that devil? Is it scary? Is there a river of blood? Is the tomb full of blood-sealed organs?"

Taoist Yanshan is already a ghost or a god in their eyes.

Song Xueqiao often smiled wryly, saying vaguely that he didn't remember, and when they continued to question with disappointment on their faces, several people from Zhang Zhongkui's family would come up to make a rescue.

Pei Wunian's whereabouts are uncertain, Wufeng and Wumiao are the only two sitting in the sword hall, with a wave of two long swords, there is a gust of sword wind, and those who ask questions no one dares to speak anymore, they quietly move to their own In the seat, I went to read my sword manual.

Wufeng Wumiao didn't talk much, calm and introverted, even if he thanked him, the two of them just said no need in a daze.

But when the two of them always left, the chattering inquiries would take advantage of it, and it had annoyed him for more than half a month.

Half a month later, Song Xueqiao became more and more disorganized and unreasonable, and in the end he didn't even bother to go to the sword hall, and spent most of his time practicing swords by himself in the caves in the back mountain, or staring at the red leaves in the backyard of Xiaoyao Valley in a daze .

Two days after being free and unrestrained in Xiaoyao Valley until No. 30, which was about to become moldy, he saw Pei Wunian sitting upright again in Longyan Pavilion.

There is also a little girl with a high bun on the right seat and her master Zhang Zhongyu.

Of course he recognized who it was, he was shocked and turned around to run away.

"Stop!" The door of Longyan Pavilion closed with a bang.

The room was filled with a cold fragrance, and Zhang Zhongkui said coldly from behind, "If you said you were sad and depressed in the past half a month, you must have finished your injury, right?"

"Your sister is just a girl, and she can reorganize Linglong Villa in a day and become a prestigious owner. I don't believe that you are a man, but you are so indecisive? You don't practice swords, and you don't care about people? Or should I call you Song?" Second Miss?"

Song Xueqiao stared at the door in a daze for a long time, then turned back with a sneer, and said in a very gentle tone, "Master, I have such a temper, if you keep cultivating me, even if you steal all the secret books from all over the world and practice them for me, I will just do it." What can you expect me to do, you idiot?"

The three-character words of wimpy and wasteful are sincere and sincere.

Zhang Zhongkui's eyes widened in shock on the couch, no one in the whole mountain dared to talk to him like this.

Pei Wunian frowned instantly, and glanced at him, but the little girl with the high bun jumped up like dynamite on fire, and said angrily, "Master is so worried about you! How can you say such a thing!"

The palm wind came towards him, Song Xueqiao subconsciously frowned, and sideways avoided the punch. Sikong Yueyao was not tall, and his movement was far behind him, and his strike was reckless and irritable. He saw the opportunity and grabbed her arm With a slight twist, it changed direction.

Seeing that flowery and jade-like face was about to hit the wooden door, Song Xueqiao raised her hand and turned her around again, turning her into a posture with her back against the door, taking a step forward with her whole body, and pressing her up.

The wooden door at the back is extremely hard, and when it hits it, it will be black and blue. Sikong Yueyao closed her eyes in despair while regretting, but there was no sharp pain as expected. When she slowly opened it, there was only Song Xueqiao in front of her. Smiling faces very close together.

The voice was hoarse and ambiguous, and the words were hooligan and obscene, "Brother, I'm not in a good mood right now, don't force me to molest you."

Sikong Yueyao's face that was still lingering in anger was so red that it could bleed.

Pei Wunian finally shouted coldly, "Song Xueqiao!"

"Pa—" The red and swollen Wuzhishan appeared on the fair side of the face as expected.

Song Xueqiao wasn't angry but didn't laugh anymore, he pushed Sikong Yueyao forward with his backhand, looked at the three of them coldly, but he was speaking to Pei Wunian.

"It's fine if you didn't teach it well seven years ago. Seven years later, you will still have the same virtue. How about I teach your precious junior sister how to behave?"

The implication is that he, Song Xueqiao, is a narrow-minded and vengeful person, and women are no exception when he is angry.

Sikong Yueyao blushed, but she plunged into Pei Wunian's arms and burst into tears.

Pei Wunian knew he was wrong, and his face was pale with anger.

Inside the Yanyan Pavilion, Zhang Zhongkui looked at a white face speechless, a crying red face, and a half-white and half-red face, and finally said again, "If you still recognize me as a master, please sit down."

During the time when he came to Wudang to cultivate, Zhang Zhongkui was quite tolerant towards him, not only did not force him to go to the sword hall to practice, but also provided him with delicious food and drink, and he even opened the Longyan Pavilion as his residence, so Song Xueqiao sat back obediently, clenched his hands into fists in his sleeves.

Zhang Zhongkui did not pursue the fact that he was belittled by Sikong Yueyao, but went straight to the point, "How far has your Wushuang sword manual practiced?"

Song Xueqiao said, "Fourfold."

Zhang Zhongkui nodded, "Agility is fast enough, but strength is still a little short. To defeat an enemy, both strength and agility are indispensable. The agility is fast, but the strength is not enough. It is difficult to take the key points. The strength is strong, but the agility is slow. , it is impossible to escape the strange skills and ingenuity."

Speaking of the last sentence, Song Xueqiao seemed to glance unintentionally at Sikong Yueyao, who still refused to let go of Pei Wunian, her eyes were red from crying.

Sikong Yueyao glared at him, and the hand that grabbed Pei Wunian's sleeve became more and more forceful.

Song Xueqiao turned his head and smiled, "So Master just came to discuss the Wushuang sword manual with me?"

"Yes." Zhang Zhongkui looked up at him, his old eyes overflowing with brilliance, "I am an old friend of your father, he left a will to send you here, I have to take responsibility, and in these two years, I will train you to be a first-class and first-class man. master."

Song Xueqiao smiled wryly, "A first-class master?"

Zhang Zhongkui squinted his eyes, he has always been Song Dingya's confidant, and he also knew Song Yanting's intention of flying pigeons.

Song Xueqiao is Ding Dumiao, a son of the Song family. Since he was born, Song Yanting and Mrs. Song have doted on him very much, and they will help him even if the sky falls.

And once Song Dingya died, if he continued to stay in Linglong Villa, he would surely achieve nothing under their protection. Originally, if he could live his life in peace, he would just be a rich and noble family's swinger.

However, when he was 11 years old, he hit the Universiade and offended Yanshan Taoist.

The situation has changed drastically, and if you are not a master, you will be a bird in a cage, a fish with a sword, and be slaughtered by others.

He sighed inwardly.

"A top-notch expert." Song Xueqiao smiled wryly at the repetition, "Six words are easy to say."

Zhang Zhongkui looked at him sideways, "Just tell me if you want to become a master."

The smoke in the furnace smoky for a while, the red leaves fluttered outside the window, the blue waves in the pool rippled three times, reflecting the black stone he sharpened his sword, it was already late autumn.

He finally raised his eyes and spit out a word, "Think."

Zhang Zhongkui smiled slightly, "That's good."

After finishing speaking, he pulled away Sikong Yueyao who was lying on Pei Wunian's shoulder, and shouted, "Don't cry!"

This roar really had a miraculous effect, Sikong Yueyao swallowed all her sobs, gritted her teeth and looked at Song Xueqiao with hatred.

Only then did Zhang Zhongkui slowly say, "From tomorrow onwards, you will start to learn the mind of Wudang. As a teacher, I want Yueyao to be your training partner."

"no!"

It was two people who spoke, a man and a woman, both of whom were extremely determined.

Song Xueqiao raised his eyebrows, "Oh? Why not?"

Zhang Zhongkui looked at Pei Wunian and wondered, "Didn't you agree just now?"

Pei Wunian clenched his fists, "He..."

"What's wrong with me?" Song Xueqiao raised his voice and sneered, "Don't say I'm bold and frivolous, didn't your little junior sister come to belittle me first?"

Sikong Yueyao was completely shocked by his rascal, almost spat out a mouthful of blood, "You..."

"What happened to me?"

"Alright, Yueyao is irritable and irritable." Zhang Zhongkui rubbed his forehead. If this continues, he will be so angry that his life will be shortened sooner or later. "Wu Nian, from tomorrow on, you will teach them both."